11 comments/ 134817 views/ 18 favorites A Revealing Experience By: hotjacquettam After a hard day's work there's nothing like a drink and a chat with workmates before heading home. And that's exactly what we did; Pamela, Martin and me, Alison. We work for a company that makes plastic thingies - don't ask me what 'cos I don't understand it. I just answer the phone and direct calls to the various folk in our offices. And we like a drink after a tough one - though Martin says they're all tough! He and Pam are a sort of item; I'm just her friend from way back. I'm 39, a widow, and I live with my son, Aaron, who's now...wow, he's 21. Where does time go? Aaron works, occasionally, in a local hotel, but he's often just lazing around the house. He only seems to work when he has a female in tow - presumably he then needs more cash in his pocket. Oh, and he works out in a local gym, for free, because he sometimes acts as a bouncer at the nightclub in the same complex. Anyway, after a couple of drinks we split - they were going to the cinema, I went homewards. As I entered the house I heard the TV playing - so Aaron was home. But when I pushed open the living room door and caught sight of Aaron he was working at the computer; working? Oh no - he was watching porn - and hadn't heard me come in. He was sitting sideways on to me and I watched his face for a minute or two; boy was he enjoying himself! I decided to back up to the front door, and opened it quietly, then made quite a noise closing it again, and called out: "anyone in? I'm home". A pause - seconds only - and Aaron replied. "I'm in here, mum" and I walked somewhat hesitantly into our living room. Not to worry - the computer was off and the TV was on. Smart, rapid move!! "Sorry I'm late, Aaron, went for a drink with Pam and Martin, "I said, setting down my bag and going over to kiss his cheek. He smirked at me. "What?"I asked. Aaron just stared at me, then turned full on to me: "A drink? I bet you were with some new guy - some new 'conquest' who thinks you're 'hot' " For a second I thought I'd misheard. Then I re-ran the words. "Aaron, you think....you actually think....how dare you!" I went to cuff him round his ear, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted so that I was forced to bend down to prevent him doing me a major injury. "You have the nerve to think I was ...what ... " words failed me. "Oh, come on, mum, I know you let men have you - I wasn't born yesterday. You don't lack for sex - probably just meaningless sex but sex nevertheless. You were even doing it when dad was alive." At this I pulled my wrist free and stood up. "How dare you, Aaron. What I do is my business. And anyway, what were you doing as I got home? Just watching TV were you? You were watching porn - why - can't you get your own woman?" Even as I said this I inwardly cringed. One thing had nothing to do with the other, and anyway, what business was it of mine? Aaron's face twisted in anger at my accusation. I realised I'd insulted his manhood, but what happened next surprised me. He jumped up, pushed me away from him and snarled at me: "I've had a girlfriend or two, mother, and I mean 'had' them. Perhaps if you weren't so busy blatantly pushing yourself at any man mad enough to talk to you, you might have listened to anything I said." He strode out of the room, and stomped up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him. I collapsed into the armchair and realised I was crying. We'd had arguments before, about all sorts of things, but never had we been so personal. So, I'd had men friends. But so what? I wasn't some maiden aunt that was the eternal spinster. I had needs - just like I assumed Aaron had. For several minutes I just sat there, trying to get to grips with the reality of it. Then, somewhat reluctantly, I got up and went to go upstairs. Slowly I went up, then paused outside his room. Was this the right thing to do? I really didn't want this argument to go on - it was dangerous. We had to live together. Resolved, I opened his door and went in, then stopped dead as Aaron shouted out "NO!" but it was too late - I was in the room, and there he was, sitting on his bed, masturbating! "Oh shit" I voiced, but continued to stare at him. At his cock, rampant and erect, his hand still gliding up and down it. "Aaron, what...I'm sorry, I..." He was red in the face, and plainly more angry than embarrassed. As I stared Aaron's face suddenly changed - a hard look swept across it - and he sat up more straight. "Since you're here, mother, come here" he, quite literally, ordered me. "Come here, now!" Bemused, I started across his room. His hand had left his cock, which was showing no sign of wilting, and he was holding his hand out to me. This homely gesture helped me keep moving, and as I reached him he grasped my own arm and pulled me to stand in front of him. My eyes were fixated on his cock. I'd not seen his since he had ceased to need me to wash him, all those years ago. How he'd grown! Aaron gave me no time to think. "On your knees, mum, on your knees." And I obeyed. Indeed, I did exactly as I was told, I dropped to my knees in front of my son. In the recesses of my brain I knew what was happening, but somehow failed completely to react in a maternal way. I was kneeling in front of my son, who was now handling his erection again, and using his other hand to grasp my hair and pull me down towards..... "Suck it, mother, Suck my cock." And, to my shame, I did. I opened my mouth and allowed my son to guide his cock into my mouth. And I began to suck, to lick, to enjoy his cock. Oh my God, what was I doing?! I pulled back, but Aaron had his hand in my hair, holding me down. "Keep it up, mother, keep it up. You're no stranger to this, I bet, I reckon you must be very experienced at keeping a man happy." I couldn't believe those words; indeed at any other time I'd have been furious. But under the circumstances I could do nothing. Except keep pleasuring my son's cock. Aaron leaned back a little, and groaned, and began to thrust at me. As I pulled back he followed, as I went forward again he retreated. I began to come to my senses, but what I felt was wrong. My panties were getting damp - my excitement was mounting. This was sooo wrong, but I made no attempt to stop. Then he pushed my head back, his cock left my mouth, leaving me gasping like a goldfish in its bowl. "Oh, mummy," he gloated, "I do believe you enjoyed that. Tell me, when was the last time you sucked a cock?" And like a robot I answered: "not for some time." Then I realised the situation, and I moved to stand up. But Aaron held both my arms, his face opposite mine, grinning. "Not yet, mummy dear, not yet. I've a little more I need from you" and he let my arms go and told me to stand up. Obediently - it seemed right - I obeyed. I just stood there, waiting. "Raise your skirt, please, mother." I could hardly believe what he'd said. Raise my skirt? Why? Oh!! "Now, please!" As his mother there had been times in the last couple of years when, if I'd seen him coming or going partially dressed, to the bathroom, I'd wondered what he was like in bed, since I was sure he was no virgin. Now I was supposed to pull up my skirt and show him his mother with just her panties? My hands reached down, I took the hem of my skirt, and pulled it up, up, till my hands were level with my waist. I knew that Aaron could now see my blue lacey panties. And I wondered if he could see the way the crotch was lubricated with my juices. "Turn around." Trance-like, I obeyed him, and stood very still as he looked at my bum. "Turn back." I did, all the time feeling my cheeks reddening with embarrassment at this display. "Mother, to your room. I want you to take off the clothes you have on now, and put on the black bra and panties that you used to wear for dad. Oh, and that black suspender belt in the bottom drawer, with stockings. When you've done that, come back here. Since you chose to invade my room at a time that was embarrassing to me, I'm going to punish you." I gulped, and still held up my skirt. "Punish me? What.. what do you mean?" "You'll see, mother. And bring with you those panties you've got on now." I wondered at this. "Go, mother, don't be too long or I'll make it worse for you." So I went, only remembering as I left his room to let my skirt go. A Revealing Experience Ch. 02 Once in my bedroom I realised I was still holding my skirt almost at my waist. What was I doing?! My son had instructed me to show off my panties, then told me, no, ordered me to come up here and dress entirely inappropriately for his viewing. And, it struck me, how did he know how I'd dressed for his father? I sat down on my bed. What shall I do? Go down again and act as though nothing had happened, stay here till he realised I wasn't falling for it, or, I shivered, do as asked. Strike that...do as I was ordered? "Mother? What's keeping you? I'm waiting and the longer I wait the more I shall" he paused, "the more I shall punish you." Slowly I began to undress. Everything came off. Then I rummaged in my drawer and pulled out the black bra and matching panties he'd stipulated, the ones I used to wear for his father. I eased myself in to them, and realised my waist had thickened a little since I'd last worn them. Then I put on the black suspender belt with dark stockings, secreted all this time in my bottom drawer. Funny how I'd never worn them for any of my more recent trysts with men, usually ones I worked with. I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. I tried to see myself as Aaron would soon see me, but succeeded in seeing only a slutty woman, a 39 year old widow obeying her son's command to appear so sluttishly. With no enthusiasm I picked up my blue panties, as instructed, and went back to Aaron's room and pushed open the door. What a shock awaited me. Aaron was now dressed in the fancy dress costume he'd worn to a party recently - as a schoolmaster, complete with gown and mortar board. And laying on his bed was a cane, a thin whippy-looking one. I felt the blood drain from my face. What on earth? "Ah, mother, late but here." He beckoned me fully into the room, and I crossed my hands over my chest. My breasts are not large, but they're also not tiny, and in that particular bra I knew I was showing off an awful lot of them. "What are you doing dressed like that, Aaron? Is this some kind of game?" As I spoke he came up to me and moved my arms to my side. And ogled my breasts. "A game? Yes, you could call it that. You came home from seeing your latest conquest, barged into my room and had the nerve to accuse me of not being able to get a woman of my own. You, who can't keep her knickers on whenever a man smiles at you." I knew now that I reddened. This was so unfair, but before I could remonstrate he continued. "So, now, I'll show you what happens to naughty mothers, ones who think the world revolves around them. Put your hands on your head!" Bemused, I did as commanded, realised what I was doing and began to put them down again when Aaron yelled: "On your head!" I obeyed. "Let me tell you what's going to happen, mother. Since you insist on acting like a randy schoolgirl I'm going to treat you like one. You've been sent to the headmaster - that's me - and I'm going to punish you. You're going to get a spanking, and then I'll decide what comes next." He pointed to a chair by the window. "Put that chair in the middle of the room." Stupidly I did as asked. Aaron sat on it then pointed to his lap. "Over here, woman, now." In a kind of daze I moved towards him, and stretched myself over his lap. Suddenly I became aware that now he was staring at my bum, my slightly too big bum, covered only in panties that his father had seen me in. "Aaron, please, you mustn't do this. Look, let me up and I'll....I'll let you look at me for a few moments." Aaron laughed. "Look at you? Look at you! Mother, I'm going to spank your bottom, not ogle you from afar." And before I could frame a reply his hand came down on my bum. Oh shit, it stung, So did the next one, and the next. I realised I was yelling at him, but the hand kept coming, left, right, left, right, both cheeks of my bum stinging like mad. Then, horror, his hand took the waist band of my panties and pulled them down. And like a zombie I even half raised my hips to ease their going! Now his hand began to squeeze my bum, to fondle it in as lewd a fashion as I'd ever felt it touched. This was my son, This was wrong. My bum hurt, I was crying, and wriggling and then he began again. The spanks rained down, my bum was on fire, and, suddenly, so was my cunt. Oh my Lord, my cunt was wet, nay, it was soaking. My son was turning me on!! And still he spanked me. It took a moment for me to realise he'd stopped. Spanking me anyway. His hand was now between my legs, his fingers easing their way into my cunt, his fingers exciting me, his other hand now fondling my left titty through my bra, now just jerking the bra cup down and weighing my tit in his hand. His fingers tweaked my nipple. I know I called out, but what I said I've no idea. "Aaron, no. No! Stop. Oh shit, stop." He did. Abruptly my head stopped spinning, my world began to settle. His hand withdrew from my cunt, and his fingers ceased twiddling my nipple. His voice was thick. "Mother, stand up." I had no thought but to obey, and I got up, all the while rubbing my bum, then trying to pull up my panties. "No, no, I haven't finished with you. On your knees" and he pointed to the floor just in front of him. I knew what he wanted. I knew what I wanted. I obeyed, and waited as he eased his prick from his trousers. Oh my, what a size! No words were necessary, and I opened my mouth wide and attempted to engulf it. As I got into my rhythm I slipped one of my hands down to my cunt - it did so need fingering. "Mother, I did NOT give you permission to touch yourself, Stop." Reluctantly I stopped. Aaron lay back a little, his breathing heavy. "I bet you didn't think this morning that your cunt was going to be fingered by your son did you? I bet you didn't dream he'd be holding your big titties in his hands, with you sucking on his cock like a true slut? Did you?" I managed a "no" and kept going, licking, sucking, gorging myself. Then suddenly he pushed me away and stood up. "Now, mummy slut, stand up. Like a naughty schoolgirl sent to the headmaster, so naughty mothers will get the same punishment." He pulled me to my feet. "Take off your panties and bra, and give me the blue ones you had on earlier." Slightly dazed with the speed things were moving I gathered up the blue ones, and properly removed my black panties and bra. Aaron took the blue ones and examined them, including sniffing them. "So, I was right, you had been with your current amour." "No, well yes, I'd been with him, but nothing happened. I came home. To you." The last came out as a wail. I was desperate to show how innocent I was. It was a waste of time. Aaron took both tits in his hands and rather roughly squeezed and mashed them, then spun me round to look at my bum. I reckon it was bright red. "Naughty mothers at the headmasters get caned, which is exactly what's going to happen to you." I gasped, although I'd been expecting this since I spied the cane when I went in. But what was he saying now? "But first, another schoolgirl punishment. On my dressing table is a pad and pen, You are going to write 100 lines, and they will be in your best handwriting. Any errors or mess and the punishment is one stroke of the cane per mistake. When you've done I'll check them, then punish you. Get to it, mother." Oh dear, I felt so silly. A woman of my age writing lines for God's sake. "Aaron, what do you want me to write, please?" "I should have thought that was obvious. Write 'I must not finger my own randy cunt'. Oh yes, and sign the bottom of each page." Somehow I walked across to his dressing table, and began. To be continued.